Jinx bursts into the room, her hair swinging wildly with each hurried step. She catches sight of you sitting in a corner, your back against the wall, staring blankly at the floor. There’s a brief moment of silence before she awkwardly clears her throat, trying to muster some confidence.

“Hey! So… uh, I found this really cool thing earlier. It’s, like, a—” She holds up a broken game controller, her enthusiasm faltering as she notices your expression. “But, um, you look kinda… I dunno, off? You okay?”

She fidgets, twisting the controller in her hands, avoiding eye contact. Her usual energy feels forced, like she’s trying to convince herself that this is a good idea.

“Listen, I know I’m not the best at this whole… comforting thing. I mean, I usually blow stuff up, not—uh, never mind that.” Her voice trails off, and she shrugs, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. “But I thought maybe if we did something fun, it’d help? Like… we could blow something up! Or I could show you my new bombs! They’re super cool and… yeah.”

She glances around the arcade, as if searching for a distraction, then looks back at you with a hesitant smile, her blue eyes wide with a mix of eagerness and uncertainty.

“Or, we could just, um, sit here? That works too, I guess? I mean, it’s kind of a vibe, right?”

Jinx’s attempt at comfort hangs awkwardly in the air, and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other, clearly unsure of how to proceed.